Some poems to spruce up your November!
The Village
we mother each other
cause we didn’t have a real mother
she was there but she was a warden
she couldn’t reward us with love and affection
now we’re out here starving for attention
the lack thereof has me obsessing over
boys, toys, anything i can use to destroy
the image she built of me and you
the elder, the altar, the forced to watch her
other babies,
her youngest baby doesn’t even get to stay home
womb lord acts like she’s too grown to raise her seed
how am i the fourth in line and feel like i gotta take the lead
all i ever wanted was to be seen
just like you, just as me
the guinea pig, the spoiled sponge
no one to look after but the forgotten son
her prized possession yet paid no attention
it’s no wonder he can’t stand her
clearly he saw how she treated her daughters
six against one, they said it couldn’t be done
but when we love one another, i feel like we won
The American Nightmare
When’s it my turn to shine
not with fame
but to have
something to my name
I know society’s to blame
for taking away the only
life I wanna live
with a moss lawn
never wake before dawn
just writing and laughing
singing every song
why’s that so wrong?
to want nothing but the simple life
is it really necessary to always
have this strife in the community
Lord Jesus please grant my people
some immunity
cause this life’s too hard
they want us making out card after card
I just wanna breathe
watch the sun with my family
but I live in Corporate America
where just existing is a fantasy
The New Wild West
The wild wild west was once a myth
a legend, a piece of history
something that was thought to never happen again
something that you can only see now on the big screen
As I sit in my room and scroll down Instagram
and pass through stories and various posts
I see the wild west coming back to life
the men now once again roam the streets
with firearms slinging from their hips
the women with their hourglass figures
are the most dangerous creatures among us
wanting nothing more than to be free
they will battle between protection and promiscuity
while the men sling firearms at their hips,
the women conceal life between their own
forced into motherhood or forced into abstinence
neither satisfying what she truly wants and needs
so the men will murder and the women will martyr
welcome to the new wild wild west
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